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✧. GALAXY RANGERS NOTE -— While I'm still working on 💌 anon's request, take this short :] sorry if this felt lazy because it is lolololol -3-

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‧₊˚ ⸝⸝ ♡. -— Pairing : Yandere! GN ! Mean Popular Student x GN Student Reader (Yandere is unnamed and goes by they/them.)

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𖥔. @dead-dove-yandere

TW : Stalking, Obsession, Implied Violence.

You just reached Senior High, and today's your first day of school, you lazily tried to get up from your bed but failed miserably, it took you a few minutes to do so because you were still sleepy.

Eventually you managed to get up after what seemed like forever for your mom, you then ate breakfast, took a shower, changed into your uniform, brushed your teeth, took your bag and lunch, and went to school.

You were a little nervous as this was a different school, as soon as you entered, everyone's eyes were flying at you, gazing at you like vultures. It was nerve-racking, really, it made you feel very uncomfortable.

Rushing through the hallways to find your locker, you accidentally bumped into the popular student, they were with their little minions, they then raised an eyebrow, eyeing your looks, “Ahhh, so you're the new one that everyone's been talking about, huh?”, you then nod, slightly nervous as you just wished that they'd just leave you alone.

Though they had other plans as their minions circled around you, a huge crowd of students were starting to grow as them and their minions teased you and pulled your hair, after what seemed like forever, the bell finally rang and everyone started to go to their classes, “tch, you just got lucky.. I have my eyes on you, you little shit.” they said as they walked away along with their cronies. You went to your class, got introduced to your classmates and it went normal which relieved you, looks like it's gonna take a while for you to eventually get used to things here.

Classes have finished, and as you were about to go to your locker, a group of students then went up to you, asking for lunch money, when you politely refused, they threatened you and said that they'll be waiting for you by the gate the next day and walked away eventually. You tried to shake off what they said but you couldn't, all that you could think about was what those bullies said, you couldn't even focus on your lesson as you kept thinking about what they said, looks like luck isn't on your side today's first day on your new school.

Though to your surprise, those bullies weren't by the gate, it seems that they either forgot about it or something. But when the bell rang and you eventually went to class, you saw one of them, badly bruised, this confused you but brushed it off. As your first period ended, you saw the bullies that threatened you yesterday, they were all badly bruised up, and when they saw you, they avoided you which only made you even more confused as you then questioned yourself.

Who beat them up? Was it to protect you? And how did they find out?

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yfsdtydcstshegwsvjhgv hear me out hear me out,,,, yandere!scara controlling reader like he did Haypasia but instead of just making her follow him, he turns the reader into his personal cumdump- reader tries oh so hard to fight back, watching as if its a movie as her body is used as a fucktoy for the ex-harbringer- but the thing is, after a while of this, the reader begins to believe everything he says, that her only purpose in life is to bring him pleasure and becomes scara's perfect obedient little pet <3

-super duper cool anon

This is such a juicy idea anon!

Edit: I think I strayed a bit from what the ask said, sooo uhh, really sorry about that anon 😬😔

✧･ﾟ:* Yandere! Scaramouche x Fem! Reader

✧･ﾟ:* ¡Warnings!: Not proofread, Yandere themes (but not that intense), Non con, Degradation, Lots of repetition of words, collaring, rough sex, Mean! Scaramouche, Kidnapping, I think that's it!

✧･ﾟ:* Minor writing smut! DNI if uncomfy!

✧･ﾟ:* Reblogs are greatly appreciated!

As another one of the scholars who dedicated their lives to trying to connect their consciousness to Irminsul, that is what you spent all of your time doing. Yes, you knew of the tales of what happened to most of those who did manage to accomplish such a task but your desire for the kind of knowledge you could potentially gain blocked out any protests against your actions.

One time you actually saw something while meditating, visions of some sort and although they were blurry and barely distinguishable, it excited you. Since then, you've been training hard, hoping to experience that again.

You heard from somewhere that the Palace of Alcazarzaray was a good place to practice your meditation, so that's where you could be found as the days followed. As you meditated more and more, you could feel yourself getting closer and closer to your goal, it was only a matter of time, you told yourself. However, you also realized that during the rare times when you weren't meditating, you felt dazed and unfocused and often times you swore you saw something, or glimpses of someone. Though this worried you to a very small extent, instead, you thought you just needed to work a little harder. Eventually it got to a point where you spent all your time meditating, evoking worry from your relatives. In fact, the only thing that stopped you from meditating full time was them coming to 'snap you out of it' as they said. This annoyed you very much and although you knew they meant well, you were too close now and you had already accepted the risks this journey was accompanied with.

So, taking a small choice of possessions, you went to a remote, isolated part of the forest where you would meditate for days on end, not sleeping, eating or drinking. Strangely enough, your body seemed fine with it too, you weren't fatigued at all, it was just the haziness and hallucinations.

Now you were sitting on the floor of the cave, face relaxed but at the same time fixed with an expression of concentration. You focused....and focused.....and focused.....

Yes....

You could feel it, just a little more....

Your eyes suddenly shot open.

Scanning your surroundings you immediately realized something was off. The earth seemed to be layered with a gray tint and there was someone standing right in front of you with their back turned.

"Have...I...finally done it once more? Is....my consciousness.... connected to Irminsul?" You hesitantly ask, "Hmph. Not even a 'hello' at least? I expected better from my first follower."

What? What is he talking about? But wait.... He seems familiar..."Who...are you?" It's difficult to talk, your mind feels heavy and your vision is blurring momentarily. "Me? They call me Scaramouche or 'the Balladeer.' I am a member of the eleven fatui Harbingers but soon I will be known as the god of Sumeru. For now, however, you will address me as 'master,' understood?" He turned around and you were met with two purple eyes glaring down at you. The Harbingers? You've heard of that before, back when you were in the Akademiya, they're from Snezhnaya, right?

Scaramouche's voice brings you out of your thoughts,"I said, 'is that understood?' " "U-uh, yes....master..." His frown turns into an expression of smugness. "Good, I suppose you're pretty baffled by the situation you've found yourself in, but I'll have some mercy and explain it to you."

Your eyes widen when he reveals that he had been watching you ever since you had that experience with the indescribable visions. Those were...his memories? And apparently he's going to become a god? And he has chosen you as his first follower? "Why, you may ask? Well, no one has ever managed to connect directly to my consciousness before, so I took this as a sign. A sign that you are the chosen one." Huh, so you didn't connect to Irminsul after all and instead you're peering into the consciousness of one of the Harbingers? This information is hard for your now unstable mind to process. It hurts...You bring a hand to your aching forehead and try to soothe the pain. "...Can't...focus.."

Suddenly, a hand grips your jaw and tilts your head up so that you make eye contact with him,"You look so dumb right now, but it's alright, you won't need to think much from now on." You gasp as he kisses you roughly, pushing his tongue into your open mouth. His hands grab both of your wrists in a painful grip as he shoves you into the ground, lips still connected. You try struggle under his grip, only to find you can barely move. You try breaking the kiss but not only does he push harder, you can't even move your head and when he pulls away, you cringe at the strings of saliva between you two.

"Why...?" Is all you can manage as you gasp for breath,"Don't ask questions, all you need to know is that you are going to be my little stress toy from now until the day you die." His tone is snappy and you shut up at once, mind hazy. Scaramouche looks as your flushed face and chuckles darkly,"Your mind is weak, you can't even think straight, can you? And without the ability to properly process things you leave your body in a very vulnerable state, don't you know that? Hehe, I'm going to have so much fun with you..." He was right, your mind was under so much strain during your intense meditation sessions, now you don't have the brain to fight back.

His hands let go of your wrists and began to trail down your body, stopping to cup your breasts. You couldn't help but moan as he massaged the soft flesh through your clothes. Then, without warning he tore your top apart, exposing the white bra confining your chest. He made quick work of that two and as soon as the piece of fabric fell to the ground, his fingers went up to flick your now-hard nipples. Suddenly he gave them both a particularly harsh tug, grinning when you yelped in pain. With one hand playing with your left breast, he used his free hand to hike up your obnoxiously long skirt.

"You don't even wear a pair of shorts under this? Such a whore." He smirked at the help you let as as he smacked your pussy. You bit your lip as whimpers threatened to leave your throat as he used his slender fingers to circle your clothed clit. "Please....stop..." "Stop? When you are this wet? Just admit it, you're getting off on your god fucking you." "No...I—" You gag as Scaramouche stuffs three fingers deep down your throat "Stop talking and suck if you know what good for you."

When he finally decided you're wet enough, he slipped your panties off and pocketed them despite your protests. He then flips you unto your stomach before taking his cock out of the confines of his pants,"Now we move on to my favourite part."

A ragged scream is ripped from your throat as he immediately bottomed out inside of you. The situation doesn't get any better when he starts moving right after, barely giving you time to adjust to his size. His pace is fast and his thrusts are brutal, your body rocks back and forward with each slam of his hips. Your own hips feel bruised from the grip he has on them. The burn of his cock abusing your insides has tears streaming down your face and choked out sobs and moans leaving your mouth. A sadistic smile is plastered across his face, clearly enjoying your discomfort and pain,"You look so pretty with tears flowing down your face—hah—you feel so good, these virgin walls are squeezing me so tightly. Yes, cum of my cock, on your lord's cock and show me that only I can pleasure you like this."

Until that moment you didn't even realize you were getting closer to orgasming but you did as he said and the knot in your stomach snapped as you released all over him with a cry. That didn't stop Scaramouche from continuing to fuck you though, his pace barely faltered and his thrusts were just as hard as before,"Please—ngh—stop...no—more..." "Shut up. Your master hasn't had his pleasure yet and you will take everything he gives you until he's satisfied."

He then proceeded to bury his teeth into your neck, biting down so hard the skin broke, causing blood to leak from the wound. You shiver as his tongue darts out to lick a long stripe up your neck, gathering the warm liquid on it in the process. The way his cock is pistoning in and out of you has you weakly clawing at the dirt beneath. You continue to helplessly moan as his breathing gets more ragged and heavy, he must be close. Said assumption proves to be right when you suddenly feel a burst of hot liquid shoot straight into your pussy. Scaramouche finally stops and pulls out of your sore cunt, watching as the white substance leaks out of your abused hole, past your trembling thighs and onto the ground. A pleased look adorns his face,"Hehe, seems like I forgot to mention that I was about to cum, but that's alright, you couldn't anything about it anyway even if you knew."

You sat on the bed situated in the corner of the room, staring at the wall. Your eyes eventually landed on the chains binding your hands to the bed posts, restricting your movements. They were so short, you couldn't even walk a few inches away from the bed.

It had been months since Scaramouche kidnapped you from the cave you originally resided in after fucking your brains out. Since then he has kept you here, occasionally coming to 'check up' on his little pet which mostly consisted of him manhandling you till you were about to pass out. Everytime he came to you, you could see how he was gradually falling into madness. His words became more cruel, more unghinged, more obsessive.

It made you afraid of him and you were worried that someday he might snap and do something unthinkable.

Your gaze shifted to the mirror on the dresser right across from you. A collar was tightly looped around your neck with the name 'Scaramouche' in bold letters. Your hand came up and you tugged it slightly. It didn't budge. Tears filled your eyes at the humiliating memories it brought back. When he first showed it to you, you absolutely refused to wear it and after a lot of resistance from you he was able to secure it, he also fastened it so tightly it choked you at first. And he never bothered to loosen it. Sometimes, on the days when he was feeling it, he would attach a leash to the collar and use it to suffocate you if you were being to bratty.

Your eyes went lower to observe your attire. You'd been forbidden to wear anything besides a town that barely covered your thighs. That is, unless Scaramouche demanded otherwise. The material was so thin and you weren't even allowed to wear anything under it. For easy access, he said.

You've gotten over your dizzy, hallucinating state a long time ago and since you're usually locked up in the room, it's given you a lot of time to think. What has happened to your family? Have they noticed your disappearance? Are they looking for you? Did Scaramouche kill them? But he has no reason to do such a thing, but then again, you wouldn't put it past him to kill innocent people.

You flinch as the door opens. He's back already?

Your eyes widen in fear and you can't help but back up little by little when he approaches you. Soon you're pressed against the headboard and he gets on the bed and crawls over you. You stare into his dull eyes with your frightened ones. You can't see anything but obsession, lust and insanity in them.

"How's my little servant doing? Have you been enjoying your time here? You better have been. Why do you look so afraid? Hehe, you thought I wouldn't notice? You can't hide anything from your god you know." His cold hand rested on your cheek, slowly going down to trace the letters engraved on the collar you were forced to wear. A maniacal smile stretched across his face as he looked at it, pupils dilating with lust. Suddenly he hooked his fingers under it and gave it a sharp tug, briefly laughing when you gasped and instinctively grabbed his arm, as he pulled you forward.

Now he was so close that you could feel his hot breath against your lips. Without warning he kissed you with so much force your head hit the wooden headboard of the bed. This caused your mouth to slightly part in surprise and Scaramouche's tongue was practically down your throat instantly.

His knee made it's way between your legs, pressing up against your bare pussy and rubbing against it. You felt him smile against your mouth as your thighs squeezed his own in a futile attempt to conceal your now aroused state.

When he finally broke the kiss, you gratefully inhaled the much needed oxygen as your face burned with humiliation. You hated being in such a vulnerable state, you hated being so easy to take advantage of. But there was nothing you could do about the way the Harbinger's hands snuck under your gown to roughly grope your chest. No matter what you did or wanted to do, you could only moan in guilty pleasure.

Soon enough, you found yourself in a familiar but unwelcomed position: face pressed into the pillow with your 'lord's' dick thrusting in and out in an attempt to get off. Your hands held onto the sheets for dear life as you came for the 3rd time. Tears rolled down your face and drool stained the pillow as Scaramouche laughed cruelly at your fucked out appearance,"Need a break? Too bad, you won't get one."

You could only mumble inaudible phrases in between gasps and moans in response,"Ngh—please master—hngh—please cum in me—!" "What's that? You want me to fill this slutty hole of yours with my cum? That's right, fill up you like the cumdump you are?" He smirked as you only panted small, breathy 'yes'' to his degrading words. Moments later he finally reached his high and shot his load into your tight pussy.

Scaramouche didn't bother to pull out and instead pressed his chest against your back and whispered into your ear, possessiveness evident in his tone,"No one else can or ever will make you feel like this, only I can bring you this kind of pleasure. You're mine, mine to fuck how I want, mine to do with whatever I please. Right, my little servant?" You nodded dumbly to his statements, mind too mushy to think straight.

You really were just a cumdump for him.

Imagine:

Platonic Yandere Spider-man/Miguel O'Hara with a Mami!Spider!Reader

Plot Summery: Platonic Miguel O'hara with a spider-person that's like Mami from Madoka Magica (the TV series mainly) This Contains: ‼️MAJOR SPOILERS FOR THE MADOKA MAGICA TV SERIES & ACROSS THE SPIDERVERSE‼️ Major character deaths (reader death/character death), angst, yandere themes, violence. Not proofread. Note(s): Although the show focuses around magical girls, this is meant to GN!! I just loved the movies (watched them both for the first time) and had to write about it!

Miguel would be a very protective and controlling yandere. He's afraid something will happen to you, as it has many times before. You're not sure when it happened, but Miguel grew extremely attached to you. Perhaps you've been with him for an incredibly long time, or maybe your kind and friendly yet brave facade have warmed his walled heart. Either way, Miguel has become very overprotective. He refuses to let anything happen to you.

That said, your skills, magical abilities, strategic mindset, and leadership skills make you one of his best. So oftentimes, but reluctantly, he'll send you off on missions to ensure the steady flow of Canon Events in different universes, as well as other tasks. You're extremely efficient in your role, and while it does sadden you to watch it happen, you trust Miguel's judgement. He doesn't put you on missions he knows you won't be able to handle, and you're almost always guaranteed to not to encounter any other magical girls/boys on your missions.

Miguel knows you need Grief Seeds to cleanse your Soul Gem after using your magic, but that doesn't change the fact he hates when you go off to go hunt down witches. It terrifies him actually. He knows you're more then capable, but that doesn't erase the fear, so he'll oftentimes either accompany you or have someone go with you just to be safe. He will also pester you to use your Grief Seed when you need it, and probably hordes a bunch just in case.

Miguel knows about witches, how they're really magical girls/boys who had their gems corrupted. How they're just used and discarded by the incubators. And he knows how fragile your mind is. So for that, he makes sure to control the information that gets fed to you. 

Miguel despises Kyubey and has tried, and failed at, getting rid of him. Not only does he know that Kyubey is using you, but he's jealous that you're so attentive and kind to it. How you care about it like a close friend. If only you knew, but Miguel won't ever dare to tell you the truth of Kyubey. He just tries to keep you away from him as much as he can.

The only peace he ever has is when you're enjoying a wonderful teatime together, preferably (almost strictly) when it's just you and him. The delicious tea, desserts, and your pleasantness is a fresh breath of air for Miguel every time. It's the only time that he's ever felt so… at peace. So content in this little bubble you both share. For just a moment, he can forget the ripping multiverse.

It's moments like these that make everything he's doing and has done worth it. You're a lonely person, so having a constant like Miguel in your life is absolutely welcomed. Miguel is also a lonely man, even if he doesn't say it aloud. You're both alone, but you have each other. And for Miguel, that's absolutely perfect.

Miguel really loves you. He absolutely does, although it can be hard at times for him to express it. Just know he loves you so much. And hopefully nothing happens to you, because Miguel wouldn't be able to handle it.

Angst Below Cut

If you do end up meeting your tragic end, however. Miguel is broken even more. He worked so hard to make sure you were happy, safe, and that your Soul Gem was clean. He did so much, but it wasn't enough to save you.

If you died, it's likely the shock at meeting a witch who actually counters you is too much of a shock for you to act in time. If Miguel is with you during this, then no doubt his instincts kick in before yours does. But it's too late, your head is in the jaw of the witch, your Soul Gem is shattered, and your body is devoured. The look of devastation on his face is heartbreaking, but it is quickly replaced with a need for revenge. He's not thinking clearly when he goes to attack the witch. All he wants is blood. And he will get it.

If you eventually learn the truth about magical girls/boys, how they're destined to be witches, and how Miguel had been withholding that knowledge to you, you break. And you go on a rampage, killing countless spider-men/women in your path in effort to save the innocent, having lost your mind to insanity. Miguel tries to calm you down, tries to reason with you, but it's no use. You're not listening, and worse yet you're trying to kill him too.it doesn't help that, while your mind is fracture, you're still a strategist. If Miguel is forced to kill you, he would never forgive himself. He'll never forget crushing your Soul Gem in his hands, and watching as your body went absolutely limp. He feels disgusted in himself.

If you become a witch, Miguel can't bring himself to kill you. He can't do it, so he locks you up in one of his cages instead. A part of him knows that you're not there anymore, that you're just a monster now. But the rest of him either denies this reality, choosing to instead believe you're still ib there, or simply can't bring itself to finish you off. He watches as your witch form behaves in such a similar kind and inviting manner, although he knows the wickedness behind its welcoming ribboney arms. It hurts.

In either of these scenarios, Miguel doesn't get a happy ending. Either situation just scars him badly, makes him colder, more irrational in his anger. He'll never be the same, not without his baby.

Oh, this is very interesting. I assume you mean like from the DR3 anime, so (rubs hands together)

DR69:

Luigi - going into a room with the lights on (as no. 2, isn’t it your duty to be in the dark? Also this could stir up some interesting situations in the dark)

Mario - running or jumping (can’t yahoo his way out of this one)

Peter - talking (yep not a peep outta funny family moments guy, no cutaway gags no nothing, what will tiktoks use for footage now)

Brian - reading or writing (no books, no laptops, no pens. He won’t be needing them)

Miku - speaking in English (as an idol, it’s her goal to spread her voice to everyone around the world, so what if it was limited? She can still speak Japanese, and Chinese, but only a select few will understand her. Sure, it’s fine for those who can translate, but what if she was in a dire situation with someone who couldn’t…?)

Teto - Hatsune Miku dying (since she loves her so much, she’ll do anything to protect her, even if that goes for protecting her own life too)

Nagito - telling the truth (kinda like his despair disease, seems he can only lie or keep quiet… How can someone who hardly has any trust here gain any now?)

Sans - telling a joke/pun (at first this was gonna be a joke answer, but… it would be tough for him to remain serious in situations where he’d rather not be)

Parappa - crying (he really has to keep believing now, or else he’ll be clawing not to let all those emotions spill out)

Fluttershy - touching another animal participant that isn’t herself (therefore she cannot tend to any of them if the time comes)

Ashley - being more than a room apart from another person (ultimately forcing her to stick around people rather than isolate herself)

Ayano - not killing anyone in 20 days (this would really challenge her “yandere” persona, and reluctance to kill here)

2D - listening to music (this goes for music out of speakers, hearing someone sing, and even humming a tune. Man loves music so what if no song machine /album ref)

Mr. Krabs - giving or accepting a bargain (not just with money, but favours, requests, and payback all count too)

Dedede - fighting with another participant (whether physically or verbally)

The Conductor - witnessing any act of violence (since he is usually is very disregarding of other’s safety, especially during filming his own movies, perhaps now he has a chance to redeem himself with preventing danger)

DR96:

Hayasaka - giving the poison antidote he was provided to someone else (he can save someone else who triggered their action, at the cost of his own life…. (I smile deviously))

Kurumada - flirting with Hayasaka /JJJ ok but actually using his physical strength to protect someone (this goes for violent acts such as punching, or manual labour such as catching heavy objects from falling)

Mai - making eye contact with anyone (she’s such an outgoing, bubbly gal… so what if she could never meet someone eye to eye ever again? Never being able to look at the ones she loves properly… oh my)

Walter - telling a lie (cue a Walter White version of the Pinnochio scene from Shrek 3)

Jesse - swearing (Jesse don’t say “bitch” challenge impossible 5 dead 20 injured)

Saiki - using his telepathy to communicate (either open your mouth or say nothing, Saiki, your choice)

Kaidou - daydreaming (this includes roleplaying as the Jet Black wings and wearing his bandages and blazer over his shoulders, no more fantasies grow up boy /jjj)

Retsuko - raising her voice (this goes for her heavy metal screaming as well, she can’t stand up for herself anymore seeing as she mostly did it on her own in private)

Natsuki - being called “cute” (I think this would be simple but effective, cue her attempting to never share her forbidden action, and doing all she can to never be called such a thing, even going so far to be as rude as possible even if she doesn’t want to be)

Yuri - everyone does not die in 30 days (if she really wants everyone to die, she’ll do all that she can to make sure it happens before it’s too late for her. Whether she utilises their forbidden actions to do the trick or not is up for thought…)

Hiroshi - touching white objects (such as plates, paper, his own scarf… how practical can one practical boy be now?)

Brian - witnessing spiritual or supernatural activity (this could be talk of religion, going to the Shrine, reading books about such things, and anything to do with Mr. Devil…)

Bojack - participating in the consumption of alcohol (rip this guy IMMEDIATELY)

Latte - verbally conversing with a student (she can be around them, and use body language, but speaking is a no-no, so much for being a professor huh-)

L - performing any of his usual quirks (includes sitting with his knees up, eating sweets, holding things with his index finger and thumb etc., L be normal challenge)

Ena - changing emotional states (meaning they can’t go into their sad, drunk, depressed etc. states. Oh boy get ready for a challenge folks)

Love Bite

Yandere! Vampire Nobunaga x reader

TW: Kidnapping, Stalking, Supernatural, Female Reader, Biting, Blood Drinking, Noncon Touching, Fear.

It had been weeks since you had seen the man who had flirted with you, Nobunaga was his name. He was tall, sweet, charming even, though a bit awkward. You would have said yes to his advances if you were open to a relationship at the time, but you were busy now. Work wasn't slowing down and you had barely any time for yourself as it was. It just didn’t make sense to start a relationship if you were unable to give it your all. At least that’s what you told yourself and him. He seemed to be understanding, smiling and nodding at your words. When in reality the reasons you gave made no sense to him. Thanking him for his interest, you continued on with your life. Unbeknownst to you, he couldn’t. You were a thought played on loop in his mind. He just couldn’t get you out of his head. Let you roam free when he wasn’t by your side. When there were so many dangers in the world. Unknown to you, he refused to let you out of his sight. You were unaware of your stalker, oblivious to the eyes watching you from the shadows. At least until he made himself known.

Walking home this evening had been rather uneventful. The same boring walk, the usual crowd of people joining you in ending their shifts. Slowly as you got closer home, the lack of people became apparent. The last few blocks were always the ones that made you a bit uneasy. The dark night didn't help, most of the usual lights from the shops were off. The only light to be seen was from the street lamps that appeared to be far too thinly spread. Things had been typical until an odd feeling had washed over you. Changing the tension in the air, making it feel like the empty street wasn't as empty as before. Footsteps sounded like they were quickly approaching you. Yet, when you turned there was no one there. Then it sounded like whispers right by your ear. Turning once again you were met with the same image as before. You were alone in the streets. There was really no one around that would be close enough to be heard like that. The whispers and footsteps didn’t leave, rather every time you went back to walking the sounds came back. Only to disappear when you looked around. Rather than scaring yourself, you decided it would be better to just hurry home. Figuring the lack of sleep was getting to you.

Getting home as fast as you could without running. Slamming the door closed behind you, locking every lock you had. It was foolish, it wasn’t like anyone could possibly be following you home. No one was there when you turned around. No one else in the elevator going up. No one else in the hall. Yet, you still swore the noises were there. Even your apartment didn't sound as quiet as it usually did. Noises of creeks came from various places. Blaming it now on your old building you chose to ignore it, you were now safe inside your apartment.

The noises of the apartment went back to normal, no more odd creaking in a room you weren't in. Calming yourself down, allowing you to relax enough before bed. You were able to complete your nighttime routine without jumping at every little sound. The adrenaline from the walk home had fully worn off.

You could enjoy destressing from the day. Appreciating the shower and how the warm water runs over your body. Relaxing your muscles after the walk home. Going through your routine till it was time for bed. You were lucky, your shift tomorrow didn’t start till after lunch. Meaning you could sleep in. Closing your eyes, you waited for sleep to take you. It was working, you felt your eyes refusing to open. The way your body felt heavy and how the bed felt perfect against your body. That was until the noises started again. At first, it was things you could ignore. Little creaks, probably the old building. Noises were not uncommon here. Ignoring it, you went back to focusing on sleeping. Telling yourself it would go away again like before. You believed it until the creaks turned into footsteps. Clear footsteps, that couldn’t be confused with anything else. Your body was now fully awake, but you couldn’t push yourself to move. Staying still, as if you were a child and the blankets you had on you would keep you safe. The steps suddenly stopped, they weren't by your door, but not far off. Probably from the hall near your living room. What bothered you the most wasn’t the noise. Those were bad enough as those were clearly more than just the old building. However, the worse part was the silence. The dead silence was unnatural, quieter than you had ever heard in your home before. Your place was never like this. Always a floor board creaking or a pipe settling, but there was none of that. As much as the silence made you terrified at it’s unnatural nature. You craved for it to come back when the footsteps were heard again. This time, heading towards you. Looking around your room, searching for something to help you, but there was nothing you could use for protection. The only makeshift weapon you could find was your water bottle. There was no possible way you had enough time to get out of bed and hide. All you could do was pretend to sleep as the steps were now right outside your door. Hugging the bottle to your body under the blankets and hoping it was just a robber who would either grab some stuff quick and go. Or simply just leave when they saw you there.

The door was opening. The creaks were painful to hear as they cemented that the noise wasn't just in your head. The hope of you being foolish and hearing things faded. The reality set in as the steps were now in your room, walking towards your bed. Shutting your eyes tight, trying to control your breathing in order to not signal you were awake. Your aspiration faded when you heard the voice.

“I know you're not asleep.”

That voice. You knew that voice but from where? It sounded so familiar, yet you couldn’t name who it belonged to right away. Some man you knew was in your house. They had broken in and were now in your room. The steps stopped right by your beside near your head. Even though the voice was familiar, you couldn’t bring yourself to open your eyes.

“Playing hard to get still? Cute.”

He sounded annoyed that you were refusing to open your eyes and look at him. That pretending you were asleep was somehow an insult to him. His words and anger only made you keep your eyes shut as if that would sell your performance.

“Enough”

The man put his hands on you, trying to pull you up. Without even thinking, you grabbed the water bottle and tried to hit the intruder. You waited for an impact that never actually came, rather the bottle had just stopped moving without any force of a hit. Finally, you gave up on trying to hide from seeing him, opening your eyes to have the first look at the man. The man had stopped you by grabbing the water bottle with one of his hands. Stopping it from moving any further.

“Very funny.” The man threw the water bottle down. Leaving you stunned, staring at the man who had broken into your home. You were right, he was familiar, but you still weren't sure from where. The question of who this man was bothered you. You knew him but you weren't sure from where.

Once the questions subsided. Deciding you didn’t care, that right now wasn’t the time to figure out where you had met him. All that you wanted to do was get away from him. Trying to rip your hand away proved to be a failure. Before your feet even hit the floor, one of the man’s hand was in the center of your chest pushing you back down on the bed. The other hand was still holding your wrist. You were trapped, unable to get away or even fight back.

“Please don’t hurt my feelings by acting like you don’t know me.”

You weren't acting, you just couldn’t remember where he was from. You knew him, he seemed so familiar. Something about him seemed unnatural. Both human and not at the same time. It unnerved you, a feeling that was familiar. The realization of who this man was hit you. It was the guy who hit on you a while ago. His name, what was his name? N..Nob... Nobunaga that was who this was. The odd look to him made you remember. You couldn't get over that feature of him. It was simply just his eyes mostly. Nothing that would of bothered you too much, but something that made you feel something strange when you looked into them. Nobunaga the man who had hit on you. He was sweet and charming when you met him. Just not the right time. Now he looked different, even more off. His complexion was paler, his eyes looked further sunken in. It was him, but not at the sametime.

“N-Nobunaga”

“Good, so you do remember me. I was worried that you didn’t.”

Nobunaga was relieved that you did remember him. Worried that there were others that had caught your attention and pushed him out of your mind. A sigh of relief left his mouth. Nobunaga stared at you, admiring your face, ignoring the fear that was evident in your features. He couldn’t help it, he was in love with you. Your rejection killed him all those weeks ago. Watching you walk away because of a sorry excuse. You told him you weren't ready, weren't able to have a relationship or even go on a date. Too busy with work and life. It was a stupid excuse, one he didn’t buy. You were just scared that was it. That had to be it. Too scared to have a relationship. Luckily he was understanding. Nobunaga could work with that, help you out of fear. After all, you two were a perfect match. He had never met anyone like you in all the centuries he’s been around for. For a while, he had accepted that now humans meant nothing more than food. That there was no point in searching for anything more from them. They couldn't provide what he needed, but then he met you that evening. He always went over that interaction every moment he could. Remembering how you smiled at his compliments. The way you laughed at his horrible jokes. You were an angel walking amongst the scum of the earth. But then again, he was part of that population. If he ever doubted if he was good or evil. He knew the answer to it now, watching how you looked at him like he was a monster. The need for you only grew as he sat there looking at you, touching you. He could change for you, be something better just for you.

“Good girl. Stay still now I don’t want to hurt you, my love.”

Nobunaga was now hovering over you. His face moved closer to yours. He couldn’t help the way he stared at you, even though it obviously made you uncomfortable. Leaning his face down, inching his closer to yours until his forehead was resting on yours. Breathing in your air. The moan that slipped past his lips was unstoppable. It took everything in him to control himself. To stop himself from getting hard from just sharing the same space as you. He could hear the blood rushing in your veins. The sound was intoxicating, the sweet liquid that was just behind the thin layer of skin. This wasn’t fair to him or you. You poor thing, having no idea what he really was. Not entirely understanding the danger you were in with the monster that was hovering over you. Inches away from your face, from your neck, from ripping into your skin and devouring your blood. It took everything in him to hold back. He could hold himself off for a bit later, he was sure of it. Later he would have a taste.

“Please d-don’t hurt me.” any sense of fight you had, finally vanished, and tears were now coming down your cheeks.

“Oh, my dear, please don’t cry.”

Nobunaga used the one hand that was holding your wrist to wipe your tears away, letting your hand fall down. Shushing any pleas that left your mouth. Using the placement of his hand on your cheek to turn your head to the side. Allowing him clear access to your neck. It was right there, waiting for him. He wanted to deny his urges, but it was getting harder. Reminders of the promise he made to himself played in his head, later, he'll have his fill later. The look of your neck was calling him, making him sway on his word. Finally, he had you all to himself. After all the watching and stalking he did. All the times he touched himself to the sight of you smiling, laughing, undressing with your curtains foolishly open. It was like you wanted all of this, wanted him. And how could he resist the request?

The need for you got the better of him at that moment. His lips delved to your neck, starting off with a kiss. Wanting to ease what was to come. Give you some moments of enjoyment. Your skin tasted sweet against his lips. Letting his tongue taste as much as it could. Nobunaga couldn’t help himself anymore, you would forgive him. His teeth sunk into your skin. His arms now wrapping around you to hold you against him. Keeping you as close as possible to him. Your blood was everything he dreamed of. Everything he could have ever hoped for. Sweet and savoury. It was the most delicious thing he had ever had the luxury of tasting.

While Nobunaga was enjoying your taste and the feeling of you under him. You were squirming against him, trying to get away from his mouth. From the bizarre feeling of pain and pleasure that was coming from his lips on your neck. It took a moment for you to realize what was happening. That he wasn't just being a traditional pervert with kissing you, but rather he was also biting you.

His hold on you wouldn’t budge. His grip was strong, stronger than anything that was humanly possible. You froze when you felt him against your leg, he was hard. It was pressing against you as if he was hoping for it to break through both your and his clothing. This was how you were going to die, by being drained by some monster. Vampires were real and you were about to be nothing more than a meal to one. The question of why would a vampire attempt to court its meal didn’t appear within your mind, nor did the idea of why he was so turned on. Your hands went to his shoulder, trying to pry this beast off of you one last time. No matter how much you pushed, Nobunaga wouldn’t move. He only clung to you tighter. Bringing your body to his. Only letting his bite get deeper.

“So, fucking good.” He was moaning. “I can't stop.”

The feeling was becoming unbearable. Almost like your blood was burning, yet it didn’t hurt like before. The bite felt odd now, there was still pain, but not like before. Rather it was mixed with something. It was horribly embarrassing when you moaned. You didn’t mean it, this was horrible. He was drinking your blood, he was going to drain you. You were about to die and you were moaning. You could feel how Nobunaga smirked against your skin. Revelling the fact to him, how the pain had now left for you.

Nobunaga must have lost himself more than he planned because your moans and pleas had died down again. Your body went limp in his arms. Shit, he needed to stop before it was too late. He hated to admit how hard it was to peel himself away from you. To unlatch his mouth from your neck. Looking down at you, seeing how vacant you looked. How pale and weak. He did go too far, but listening to your heartbeat he realized you would be fine. There was still enough in you to keep you alive. All he needed to do was get you back to his place, to your new home. He could tend the wound a bit better there. Grabbing a shirt that was on the floor, using that as a makeshift bandage. Just needing it to hold for a few moments on the journey home.

You would have no memory of how you got from your apartment to this place. Nobunaga debated what to tell you as he carried you out. Would you even remember his bite? Probably not, he could make up something. Something that would help you settle in. You looked so peaceful in his arms, as if you were simply asleep. You were finally his, for the rest of eternity.

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Hiiii it's the short anon again 👉👈 I LOVED the headcanons you gave about Henry with a short gf and now I wanna hear what you think of him being yandere/obsessive with her,, (if you're comfy writing about that! 🥺)

I saw I perfect opportunity to combine the two prompts, so here goes nothing! I hope y’all enjoy!

Warnings: Violence, cursing, Brenner being really creepy, unhealthy relationships dynamics

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A steaming mug of coffee sat upon your desk. Your hands wrapped around the warm porcelain in order to stay warm. Your woolen cardigan was doing an awful job of keeping out the biting cold of the lab. A stack of files sat before you, yet your mind was too distracted to do any sort of work now.

You could barely move yourself from your chair, but you knew you had to. When Doctor Brenner asks to speak to someone, there’s no dodging that bullet. To put it plainly, you were fucked. Relationships between employees was heavily frowned upon here. Nurses and Orderlies alike disappeared after Brenner caught them in the act.

It wasn’t just the relationship between you and Peter that caused Brenner to reach out to you. Brenner saw that you were getting closer with a certain child. He made it clear that Eleven was his golden child. Anyone who began forming connections with her was a threat in his mind. The way he obsessed over her in his private time was strange. He would come by the hospital wing and pester the nurses about Eleven if she was in their care. But he never asked to speak with you one on one before.

Maybe you would finally be released from this sterilized hell. And you could take Peter with you. The two of you would move far away from Hawkins and live out your lives in some cottage on the edge of the woods. Maybe even start the bakery you dreamed about owning ever since you were a child. This would be your chance. Still, the thought of being one on one with Brenner made you uneasy.

Finally, you stood up from your chair and placed your mug back on your desk. As you crossed the small office to your door, you were surprised to see it opening. There stood Doctor Brenner with a unnervingly calm expression on his face. “Oh! Doctor Brenner I wasn’t expecting you here. I was just going to-” The Doctor just waved his hand as if to silence you. “I decided I would just meet you here. Come, take a walk with me.”

Wordlessly you joined the older man at his side and shut the door to your office. There was nothing you could say. All you could do was walk and bear the scolding you knew was in store for you. “I’ve heard rumors Dear…” The pet name the Doctor used for you made bile rise in your throat. You decided you would play dumb for now. There was something inside you the feared the consequences of your actions. Something told you that being fired wasn’t the only punishment you would be receiving.

“Rumors?” You try and mask the nervous tremor in your voice. A dark chuckle echoes through the empty hall. “Yes Dear. Rumors about you and Mister Ballard. To tell the truth, I don’t like what I’m hearing. But I wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt.” His tone was gentle but his words were rather threatening.

The two came to a halt, Brenner reached out to the silver door handle. He stood there with the door open, motioning for you to go in. On the door a black sign read ‘Test Room 1’. It was an odd place to have a conversation, that was for sure. You softly thanked him as you walked in.

Standing before you were two orderlies dressed in their crisp white uniforms. What you didn’t see was the black batons hanging of their black belts at the ready. Seated in the corner of the room was another orderly, but he did not have the same weapon. “Doctor Brenner I don’t understand….what’s going on?”

The sound of the door locking shut echoed. You worried eyes fell upon the third blonde orderly that was seated in the far corner. For a moment a look of panic flashed over his features, but he quickly returned to his stone cold gaze. “As I said before. I have been hearing rumors. You’ve been sowing seeds of doubt in the children’s heads. You are causing problems.” You knew this wasn’t about the other children, this was all about Eleven.

One of the Orderlies that now flanked Doctor Brenner unclipped the baton that was hanging from his belt. “Have a seat.” It was more of a command than a suggestion. You took a seat on the hard-backed chair that was positioned to face away from the window. Your breathing trembled ever so slightly as the Orderlies grew closer to you. “You don’t care about the other children Brenner. So why pretend? This is all about Eleven.” You managed to find some sort of courage deep within you. It was rather satisfying to finally get your two cents in.

“You’re worried that maybe she might begin to-” That was when it happened. A searing pain went through your side. One of the men had hit you, and hit you hard. A cry of pain tore through your throat. Another hit was delivered to your chest causing you to scream once more.

“STOP THIS!” The two men looked up from you to see Peter practically barreling towards you. Brenner stood back and watched the scene unfold. He wasn’t planning to hurt you very badly, just enough to plainly see that Peter had a weakness. A sickening smirk curled onto the man’s aging lips. He motioned for the orderlies to step back to make room for Peter.

Peter almost immediately rushed to your side. He got to his knees so he could become eye level with you as you were sitting down. “Peter it hurts.” You whimpered to him. Your body still twitching with pain. “Sssh Sweetheart, it’ll be alright.” His tone was tender. At this point he didn’t care who was watching.

Peter stood back to his full height. His slipped his arms under your back and behind your knees before pulling you to his chest in a bridal style. Your soft sobs were muffled by Peter’s chest. You were in so much pain that it was a struggle to even keep your eyes open. He placed a gentle kiss to your forehead before looking up to Brenner.

The older man stood staring at the two of you with the same smirk on his face. Brenner had exactly what he wanted now. He practically held Peter on a leash with this new knowledge.

rules ! (plz read bef requesting)

Req if you're +17.

Genshin characters only.

Be patient and don't rush me.

I only write f! reader. no gn, male or trans.

Reader can be sub or dom.

I don't write comfort. I'm sorry. I write fluff and angst tho.

I do not accept requests of part two of any work. I will do them if I see it convenient.

I do not write underage characters, ships between characters or ships between ocs and characters.

I write for all the male characters (not the female ones), also npc and characters that are to come.

I accept a lot of types of kinks except those that have to do with excrement, vomit, and related. no incest or pedophilia, plz. also i won't write for any character's death.

I write dark content like drug use, aphrodisiacs, dubcon, stepcest, yandere, somnophilia, etc.

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Jeon Jungkook x female!reader | Yandere Au | REQUEST 3

WARNINGS: yandere!jungkook, escort!reader, attempted homicide mention, homicide, suicide, smut. Please, don't read if it makes you feel uncomfortable!

English isn't my native language, so please excuse me if I make any grammatical errors and feel free to let me know.

A/N: hey, anon! how are you today? first, thank you so much for request. i think i got a little carried away, but i did my best. have a good reading and please let me know what you think about

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Confused and scared; this is how you feel when you first set eyes on him. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he keeps his enigmatic gaze on you.

First, you couldn't help but notice how different he looks from the last time you saw him the… Three years ago? He's taller and you swear you can see a well-defined body through the fabric of his white shirt; the features are more mature and the haircut has also changed to something shorter. He's more handsome than ever, you have to admit.

Then the disturbing memories of the last moments you had together come rushing back, replaying like a movie. You can hear the sound of objects being thrown against the wall along with your anguished screams begging him to stop echoing in your head; she you still feel his hands squeezing your neck and your feet ache after running desperately for your life.

And only then do you realize that you're face to face with the man you've been hiding from for three years.

You obviously didn't come here for that. Where the hell has your client gone?

— Hi…? — it is he who breaks the silence.

He always took the first step. He was the one who started the conversation first, planned the first date, took the initiative for the first kiss. He was the first to say 'I love you', just as he was the one who started the first fight.

—I missed you.— now he's getting to his feet and walking slowly toward her.

You want to run away, scream for help, hide forever, but your body doesn't obey any of your commands. You're shaking and thick tears are wetting your face, and he just can't help but love the effect it has on you; the fear plastered on you face only excites him. That sight makes it worth all the time it took him to find you, the trouble he went to getting rid of the body of the asshole you were going to meet tonight, and every penny he paid your boss to see you.

— I know you missed me too, but you don't have to cry. I am here.— he smiles gently, as he takes a hand to the side of your face to caress your cheek with his thumb.— You liked the surprise, didn't you?

You open and close your mouth several times, but you can't formulate any current sentences.

— Answer me.— it's an order. - I want to hear your voice.

— I-I don't know what to say.— your choked voice is no more than a whisper and a frown forms on his face.— I... I was never good with words, you know... But thank you so much for coming, Jungkook!

You force a smile to try to fix things and it seems to work, as soon he smiles back too.

His next action takes you by surprise; he kisses your jaw, starting a trail of seals to your mouth where he slides his tongue across your lips before finally kissing you and you do nothing to stop him.

At first, Jungkook kisses you slowly, as if he wants to enjoy every second. Then he becomes rough, wet and desperate, sending shivers through your body, he takes both hands to your waist to bring you closer, so you feel his cock already erect. You still have the same effect on him even without making any effort.

— I want you right now, angel— he murmurs against your lips.— You're going to let me use your pussy to come, aren't you?

You look away and nod, swearing to yourself that you're only about to do what you're going to do because you want to get out of this room alive.

— Use words, you fucking slut!— Jungkook growls.

— Whatever you want, Kook

Moments later, you're naked, wrists tied to the headboard, begging, as Jungkook slides his rosy glans through your folds before finally penetrating the entire cocky length in one go, before starting to move without giving you time to get used to the sudden stretch. The sight of your own cock disappearing inside you is perfect.

— J-jungkook I...— you try to protest, but a slap across your left cheek makes you shut up.

— Be a good fuck doll and don't fucking complain!— he growls, speeding up the rhythmic movements as he bends under you, wrapping his right hand against your neck and leaning his forehead against yours.— “How can you stay so tight even after letting anyone else use that pussy, huh? Stupid bitch!

The tip of his cock hits your sweet spot with each thrust, making the sound of your desperate groans increase and Jungkook smiles self-centeredly, knowing he was the first to have you like this and, although he wasn't the only one, he will be the one last.

Lying with your back to the mattress, body sweaty, hair disheveled and there are numerous marks spread across your skin. You still have your wrists tied, legs wobbly from your recent orgasm, and uneven breathing. Feel completely stupid.

The sound of the revolver being cocked brings you back to reality. His face expressionless, Jungkook has a gun pointed at you.

Just like a few moments ago, you want to run away, scream for help, hide forever, yet your wrists are still bound. A deep sigh escapes your trembling lips.

— You know you don't have to do this.— you try, but it's not like he's really listening to you.

He knows he will never be able to forgive you for how you made him feel when he discovered your new life. Did you leave him for that?! Did you run off to serve as a dump for some stupid guys? You don't deserve the love he gave you.

He loves you as much as he hates you. He doesn't want to live with you.

— Please Kook, we...— you are brutally interrupted by the bullet that hits you square in the forehead.

Then he brings the barrel of the revolver to his mouth and pulls the trigger a second time.

He doesn't want to live with you, but he doesn't want to live without either.

Hi, hello!! I found your blog through dead-dove's blog, and I was wondering if you would take a request for Katherine, your idol oc x yandere reader?

It's nice to meet you, I'm "💌 anon"!

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☆. Hey there 💌 anon !! Glad to meet you as well !! :] I just woke up to this earlier and I'm really happy that this is my first ever request and ask <D (I also changed her entire information, her name is now Shimizu Mei.)

☆. Sorry if this took really long, procrastination has been sticking with me these past 3 days. (You could pretty much tell that I got pretty lazy at the very end.)

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𖥔. ♡ KATHERINE -— An Idol and Her Number One Fan. PART 1.

𖥔. ♡ Pairing -— Female Popular Idol x Yandere ! GN Fan

TWs : This story contains dark topics such as Stalking, Obsession, Non-consensual Photography, Obsession, Implied NSFW (Masturbation), Implied Murder, Kidnapping, Drugging, etc. Please proceed with caution. Minors DNI.

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You weren't exactly a huge fan of idols, not that you don't like them or that you're just trying to be different from millions of people hopping onto the bandwagon, it's just that their songs aren't the type of music that you would obsessively listen to 24/7, you like listening to a lot of songs and have favorites as well, but their songs just doesn't really stick to your taste.

Your friends on the other hand are basically on the opposite side of your coin, they absolutely LOVE idols and are basically just head on heels for them, each having their own preferences, you would mostly see them talking about their favorites non-stop, they could ramble about their bias to you for hours, so it isn't really surprising that they're basically one of those crazy insane and down bad fans, in which sometimes they even argue on which one is better, it's kind of annoying really.

They always drag you to their favorite idol's concert whenever they have the chance to and have a LOT of merch from them, from posters, to t-shirts, jackets, plushies, etc., you name it. You couldn't quite grasp why they would spend a lot of money just for some poster.

As for you, well, all that you could do is listen to their ramblings about their favorites and drag you to concerts, and to be honest, it kind of feels like they're pretty much shoving their interests into your face, but you don't really mind, actually, it's quite fun because you're hanging out with your friends and are just spending time with each other, nothing more.

But now? You finally get why.

You finally get why people would go crazy insane for someone who probably wouldn't even notice them.

Though, gazing at them from afar, screaming their name, and having lots and lots of merch from them, isn't enough to be honest for you to prove that you're their number one fan. It doesn't really make you feel a sense of, fulfillment, really.

You need to go through more..

Drastic and intense measures, just for you to prove it.

Of course, you know that this is too much, you're being crazy and this could lead to consequences that could be life-long, but it would be worth it in the end,

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Recently, your friends have started talking about one specific idol, not the ones that they used to talk about, and as usual, they seem to be very crazy down bad for him, or her. You find it very strange and you feel really confused but also somewhat curious. Who are they talking about, exactly?

While the three of you were at a café, hanging out as usual, you find them talking about this idol again, curiosity got the better of you, and you then asked which idol were they talking about.

“Oh, you haven't heard? There's a new idol rolling around and her popularity has almost immediately skyrocketed, it's only been 3 days! I already get why because she's soooooooooo pretty and very cuuuteeee!! You should check the recent news article and her account!” One of your friends then said, as they gave you the said idol's account, this only made your curiosity grow bigger, and have eventually decided to search her account up later. You eventually find yourself talking to your friends about that idol, your curiosity getting bigger and bigger the more information about her you collect from your friends, it was unusual for you, really. But you don't really seem to care at all.

After sometime, you and your friends then parted ways, and while on your way back to your apartment, you eventually searched up her account, and holy hell, your friends were right, she is pretty and cute.

You were absolutely enthralled with her beautiful and dazzling appearance. You felt yourself getting engulfed, and eventually you decided to stalk her account.

She goes by “Shimizu Mei” on her account, a pretty brunette who's half-japanese, half-, wears Jirai Kei and Gyaru fashion, and her singing voice is absolutely stunning. You already forgot that you already walked past your apartment because of how submerged you are to her pretty looks and voice.

You then realize what you've been doing after what felt like forever and eventually snapped back to reality, you then hit and laughed to yourself quietly, you felt stupid for walking past your apartment.

But you also felt confused, what's wrong with you? This is very unusual of you, really. You've.. never felt like this before, you've never liked an idol before, and most importantly, you never would've thought that you'd actually be a fan of one, but it's not like you don't want to stop and restrain yourself, while you weren't exactly expecting this, you eventually just accepted it, you like her, you've become her fan, and that's that.

At least, that's what you initially thought.

As weeks pass by, your friends gradually start to notice that you seem to be, very fixated on the recent popular idol, Mei, not that they mind about it, it's just getting quite concerning on how much you like her.

You would only talk to them if it's about, her. If they try to change the topic by talking about another idol, you'd get really mad. They tried to calm you down by telling you to chill talking about her for a moment and just talk about something else instead, which only made you get even more mad. They found it very strange, you weren't like this a few weeks ago, what happened to you?

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You only found yourself getting even more obsessed with the idol as days and weeks pass by. When you found out that she's hosting a meet-and-greet near your city, you immediately thought that you HAD to go with your friends since they told you that they were going as well.

The day of the meet-and-greet arrived, and oh boy this crowd was absolutely yet unsurprisingly really huge. You and your friends don't even know what was going on except for the fact that everyone was going batshit crazy while security was trying to calm everyone down, yet it was no use.

Amidst the crowd, you then saw her glance at you.

Yes, you.

As soon as you immediately noticed that she glanced at you for a mere second, your heart almost instantly stopped for a moment. You felt like you were about to fucking burst right then and there! As the voices of your friends calling out for your name in the middle of the crowd fell on deaf ears, not realizing that you were lost before you eventually snap back into reality, realized what was going on as you tried to find your friends while you steal a few glances back at the idol, who's sweet honey-like voice helped the security calm the crowd down.

Gosh, her voice is so fucking intoxicating.

After a while of waiting which seemed like forever to you, you finally get to see her.

In front of you, face-to-face.

Fucking god, was she trying to kill you? Was she trying to hypnotize you with that pretty little head of hers? Did she pull a spell on you or something? What the hell did she fucking do to you?

From her soft locks, to the most sweetest smile that you've ever seen from someone, to her outfit wear, to literally everything.

She's just practically begging for you to doll her up at this point.

...

!

“...- Eh .. -Ah ?- H-hello? Sweetheart -..? Are you even listening -?” she then said, snapping her fingers at your face, you eventually snap back into reality once more as you eventually find yourself frantically and repeatedly apologizing to her.

“No need to apologize, my dear ~ Would you like to take a picture with me, ? Or an autograph ? Just let me know sweetie !” She then replied, you found yourself a little lost in words as you then realized that she called you a pet name, your face turning into a bright, crimson shade of red as you eventually told her that you would just like to take a photo with her.

After the photoshoot with her, she then gave you the photo, signed it, and waved goodbye to you and your friends with a sweet smile on her face. Eventually you and your friends said your goodbyes to one another as you three parted ways.

...

It wouldn't be so bad to go back,

Take a picture of her,

And follow her on her way back,

...

Right?

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Yandere Medusa Headcanons (platonic)

Fragile is what Medusa saw when she looked at you. So defenseless and vulnerable, in need of caring and protecting fortunately you had her now to do just that. She would be your family now; loving, caring, and protecting how she saw fit.

Protective is an understatement when concerning Medusa’s obsession. She is extremely overprotective towards her darling and she’ll only get worse when she finally has you. In the beginning Medusa keeps her distance but she’s always close by; watching, waiting. Anyone or anything she deems dangerous or untrustworthy is dealt with accordingly. But once Medusa does have you with her she isn’t letting you out of her sight. She doesn’t trust the outside world with you and she certainly doesn’t trust those who dwell outside the safety of her cave with you either. You won’t be allowed to leave, not alone at the very least.

Medusa seems cold and distant but really she’s just afraid, at least in the beginning. She doesn’t want to frighten or disgust you nor does she want to accidentally turn you to stone. She’ll go as far as having you blindfolded or something of the sort to keep you safe from her sight. You won’t be allowed to take off or even touch whatever she has veiled over your eyes. It will be sometime before she even feels comfortable enough to touch you, let alone for you to touch her. She’s insecure and fears your rejection but that won’t stop her from ensuring you stay with her.

Following Medusa’s obsession her sisters would also grow attached to you. Stheno and Euryale will undoubtably follow their sister’s obsession in due time. If you’re important to Medusa than you’ll become just as important to them. If one obsessed gorgon was bad now you have three. The three of them aren’t going to let anything tear their little family apart.

Medusa, as well as her sisters, make a habit of coiling you in their tails. It’s not only how they keep you warm but also how they comfort you and ensure your safety, especially while sleeping. It also makes it harder for you to try and escape during the night if you’re entangled with them. And to be fair it can be comforting, that is until their coils start to tighten up. (I know Medusa and her sisters weren’t originally depicted as having the bottom half of a snake but I just love it too much!)

Before and after taking you, Medusa and her sisters would gift you things. Most of those things being animals they’ve hunted and killed. These are mostly to prove how they can provide and care for you. They have also made you homemade gifts as well, particularly little figures made of wood or stone. You’ve also been gifted belongings of those who have been turned to stone.

Medusa would prefer for her darling not to fight her or try and run away all the time. She isn’t the most patient by any means. She wants obedience and if she has to she’ll enforce it. Medusa isn’t against using force to get you to cooperate. She may even go as far as breaking those legs of yours by just tightening her coils a little too tight. Not to mention Stheno and Euryale are more than happy to drag you back home.

Affection is only really given if you’re good. After all Medusa doesn’t reward bad behavior. She does genuinely care for her darling but it would be so much easier for the both of you if you weren’t so stubborn. She’s just trying to protect you. She knows how the world can be, how the gods can be and she doesn’t want any of that for you. You’re better off with her and her sisters. They know what’s best for you after all.

If it comes down to it Medusa would turn her darling to stone as a last resort. Losing you would be too much for her and her sisters. At least you would be immortalized and forever in their lives like this. There wouldn’t be any fighting, any running and no punishments. It would be nice for a time but eventually the cold lifeless stone wouldn’t be able to satisfy them for long. They would miss having you the way you were before; warm, breathing, alive. It wouldn’t even matter if you still tried to fight and run, at least you’d be moving and talking.

When Perseus does eventually come to slay Medusa her only priority is you. Whether you’re stone or not she will do everything in her power to keep you safe. (Imagine Perseus being yandere for Medusa’s obsession though???) Stheno and Euryale would take over caring for and protecting you once their sister is killed. Stone or not they won’t abandon you, never.

Could I please request a yandere Vil with a female darling? Maybe they knew each other when they were kids, but darling wasn’t very pretty, so Vil used to make fun of her. But now many years have passed, she’s turned out to be beautiful and Vil can’t just let anyone have her

Absolutely!! I love this prompt too! I still think Vil has a lot of traits which make him fit both a yandere AND a bully! Since you said reader ‘wasn’t very pretty’, i’m going to go based on standard social media beauty standards (ew), which I think Vil was exposed to early on due to being a child star and all.

Pairing: Yandere!Vil Schoenheit x Female!Model!Darling

TW: Body Shaming, Yandere Behavior(s), Past Bullying

His gaze was as unnerving as it was harsh, never turning from her for the duration of their shoot. Even when he was called from the set to allow her to take solo shots, Vil did not remove his gaze from Y/N’s body.

“What’s the matter with you? You look so terrified!” Her manager asked as  Y/N sat down to have her makeup changed.  “It’s going to ruin the pictures!”

Y/N hummed apologetically but tuned them out as her mind wandered back to Vil. It was a surprise seeing him again after all that he had done to her years prior, back when they were only children.

When she was so happy about her brand new outfit, the one that her parents had made for her as a gift, Vil bullied her for her 'rags'. He didn't let up even when she cried.

When she was allowed to do her hair the way she wished, and she picked a new style, Vil sneered at her, telling her how much it made her forehead look large or drew attention to her nose.

He found so much joy in tormenting her, when she had done nothing cruel to him. Vil simply couldn't go one day without insulting 'Little Miss Ugly Duckling'.

She thought all of her prayers were answered when she was able to move away to the Rose Kingdom and attend private lessons. In the solitude of her home, she found confidence in herself, in the style that she enjoyed most and it showed.

Becoming a model had not been in her plans but with her mother's gentle encouragement to give it one try - she didn't see any harm in at least trying it.

Y/N had been so glad that she decided to try it; While the competitions were often too much for her, the fun that she had outweighed the stress. She was able to travel for photo shoots, meet people that she never thought she could meet- but that also meant- "Ah! Mr. Schoenheit! Hello!" The sudden shrillness of her manager's voice drew her from her thoughts, but when her eyes met Vil's - her blood ran cold. "How can we help you?"

"Please give me a moment to speak to my colleague about the coming shoot. The poses that are being requested may be...difficult for a beginner." Vil explained, his voice sounding as serene and beautiful as everyone said it was; But that hardly mattered to Y/N.

"I've done these poses bef-" Y/N began, attempting to explain that his aid was unnecessary, but her manager waved her words away, all to happy to cater to Vil.

"But of course! I'll let the rest of the staff know to give you both a few minutes!"

And with that, both the manager and the makeup artist left the two models alone.

"Who would have thought," Vil stepped closer to her, his gait allowing him to quickly approach her seated form. "That you would be sitting here? Little Miss Ugly Duckling."

"Don't call me that." She turned from him, looking into the vanity mirror to gaze at herself rather than those lavender eyes.

"Well, your manners are certainly the same." Rather than sneer, as she expected him to, Vil chuckled. There was an odd mirth in his voice as he moved to stand behind her, his hands coming to rest on the sides of the chair. "But I suppose you are more of a Swan now aren't you? You're welcome."

"Excuse me?!"

"You're only where you are now because of me. So many ugly and unflattering things you used to do. You moved away to clean yourself up. It's a good look for you - dedicating yourself to fit my image." Vil smirked down at Y/N in the mirror's reflection. His eyes practically glowing in a twisted kind of delight. "Such a good little swan."

"Now you listen to me, Schoenheit. I did NOT do anythiing for you, let alone change myself for YOU. You did nothing but belittle me and put me down all those years! You're lucky I had no say in this photoshoot because the last person I want to be around is someone like y-MMH." Y/N's angered speech was cut off as Vil leaned around the chair, forcefully sealing his lips over her own.

His hands shifted, pinning her arms down to the arms of the chair with just enough force to hold her but not enough to bruise her.

Y/N whimpered, rearing back against the seat but was unable to separate from the unwanted kiss. The feel of his lips against hers, the way they glided over hers, made her feel sick.

However, as Vil forced his tongue inside of her mouth and the sweet tangy taste of apples and limes, that feeling of disgust changed to a hazy feeling of content and comfort.

Vil pulled away slowly with a soft sigh, savoring the taste of her on his lips before he opened his eyes. That crazed light returned to his eyes as he watched the angry fire die out in Y/N's eyes, leaving her softly smiling at him.

"Now, you're never leaving me again, are you? " Vil purred as he moved to fix her make up himself. " We're going to be so happy together, you and I, no one else."

“Promises & Vows” PT. 4

warning: mention of blood, knife, mention of person being held captive, mention of murder, violence, toxic relationship, brutality.

plot type: yandere

pair: yandere! jeongyeon x jihyo

story type/status: short story & finished

A couple weeps echoed through the room. It rang through Jihyo's head. Some time passed before Jihyo regained consciousness. "Hey, my love. How are you holding up?" Jeongyeon says softly running her hand down her thigh causing Jihyo to flinch. Jihyo tries to move her body away from Jeongyeon not wanting to be touched by her. "What? You don't like my touches anymore? Why not? You always knew I was like this. This isn't a new me? You always knew I was like this. Matter of fact it's your fault I couldn't change." Jeongyeon says softly, chuckling after. "It isn't my fault you killed all those people!? You are the monster and you did it all on your—'' Jihyo argues but big mistake. Jeongyeon smacks her, biting her lips right after. "You see, I didn't want to do that but you need to learn your place Jihyo, you're not behaving like the wife you promised to be." Jeongyeon sighs out before softly caressing her cheek that was red now. Jihyo knew Jeongyeon and she knew she would never change but she thought that if she gave her enough love and gave her what she wanted she wouldn't hurt anybody else. Jihyo had a bad habit of wanting to fix what she thought was broken. That was her first mistake. Jihyo winced in pain moving her face further from her reach but couldn't since Jeongyeon tightened her grip on her jaw. "You're misbehaving Jihyo. It's breaking my heart." Jeongyeon whispered into her ear. The moment gets interrupted by the cry of the man. "Oh, Mr. Johnson, good afternoon." Jeongyeon says with a bitter-sweet voice. He panics and cries. "Oh no Mr. Johnson, don't cry, be a man." Jeongyeon laughs before punching him. "Now he should sleep some more." Jeongyeon hummed a bit before turning towards Jihyo who's mood had seemed to change. "You Jeongyeon. My love, now that I think about it I have been so unfair to you. So guilty, I never saw how much you cared for me. You killed all those people to protect me right? Oh my love I was so naive! So oblivious" Jihyo says, her tense face becoming soft. "Yes! Jihyo, that's right. You finally understand. I do it for you. I would never hurt someone innocent. Especially like you." Jeongyeon comes closer to Jihyo and goes in for a kiss hoping Jihyo wouldn't reject it. Jihyo kisses her back. "I love you Jeongyeon, you know that right?" Jihyo smiled resting her head on Jeongyeon's head. "Yeah? I love you too." Jeongyeon whispered and got on her knees between Jihyo's legs hugging her waist. "I miss this. I miss you. I miss us." Jeongyeon went on and on. "Will you let me free? I want to kiss you and hug you. I want to touch you. I want to do it now." Jihyo says, looking into Jeongyeon's eyes. Jeongyeon chuckled "Really? You want to?" Jeongyeon says getting closer to her, their bodies colliding. "Yeah so untie me already." Jihyo says, spreading her legs initiating an invitation. "How bad do you want me?" Jeongyeon whispered into her ear before nibbling on it. "Bad..?" Jihyo says, letting out a soft gasp. "Yeah I would think so I'm hard to not want. But I'd be 'oblivious' to think that's the reason you want me to untie you. Don't be a tease." Jeongyeon mutters into her ear. Jihyo's eyes widened. She thought she had it under control and she thought it would work. But of course Jihyo had plan B. Jihyo with all her force bumped her head against Jeongyeon's head causing her to fall back. While Jihyo tried to seduce her way out she was trying to untie herself which she successfully did. "Run!" Jihyo screams at Mr. Johnson who within seconds was struck with a knife to his stomach. Jihyo didn't stop to process, she ran out the door. She ran to Mrs. Johnson house she knocked aggressively multiple times. "Fuck! Open. Mrs. Johnson!" Jihyo panicked. 'It's over. I'm dead,' She thought to herself before she fell back into the Johnsons' home. "Mrs. Yoo? What are you doing?" Mrs. Johnson asks, confused. Quickly Jihyo enters and closes the door, locking it. Jihyo tries to catch her breath. "Mrs. Johnson, call the police! Now please!" Jihyo couldn't do anything but cry as she now processed everything that just happened. "Call the police? What? Why? What's going on Jihyo? Where's your wife?" Mrs. Johnson says, making Jihyo angry. "For fucks sake old lady call the fucking cops we don't have times for questions. Where's the phone!?" Jihyo got up and destroyed the place looking for a phone. "Wait a minute hold on young lady! You will not come to my house and disrespect me! I want you to leave!" Mrs. Johnson attempted to grab her. Jihyo fought back and their argument was interrupted by a thud. "What was that?" Mrs. Johnson says looking up at the ceiling assuming the sound came from upstairs. "Mrs. Johnson please we are in danger if we don't call the cops you will die." Jihyo says as her whole body shook. "I will die? How about you?" Mrs. Johnson said finding it questionable. "She just wants me for her. She'll never kill me unless I show no love." Jihyo mumbles out. "Okay, okay you have some explaining to do but I'll go look for the phone. Mrs. Johnson says walking into the long dark hall. Before going any further she turns and looks at Jihyo. "Wait a sec—" Her words get cut off by a knife piercing through her throat. "Time is up!" Jeongyeon says, pushing her heavy body onto the floor and walking over it. "Time that bitch died." Jeongyeon says running towards Jihyo who had just stood there frozen in fear. "The Johnsons' house? Really? You thought you had a chance to run away and you decided on the house next door?" Jeongyeon laughed slowly. It took Jihyo a second to finally do something she was going to reach towards the door but it was too late Jeongyeon grabbed onto her. Jihyo elbowed her stomach causing Jeongyeon to move back. Jihyo ran towards the kitchen grabbing a tool box. She quickly searched, finding a hammer. "You're going to die today you bitch!" Jihyo shouted. "Oh you don't mean that babe." Jeongyeon says, dragging her body towards where Jihyo hid. Jeongyeon grabbed Jihyo by her hair pulling her towards the main entrance but Jihyo fighting made it harder. Jihyo successfully broke out her grip and attempted to hit Jeongyeon with the hammer but Jeongyeon was stronger and quicker she choked her pushing her against the wall. Jihyo panicked and she fought "You promised. You promised!" Jihyo shouted out while still fighting, "You said you loved me! I said I loved you— W-why are you doing this!?" Jihyo began to sob, her face became red and the air on her lungs began to fade. Jeongyeon's hand slowly tried to let go. She didn't want to kill Jihyo but she knew Jihyo could never love her. "You're right you loved me but I will always love you just like you once said." Jeongyeon said before wrapping her hands around her neck and began to tighten her grip. 

This is the last part. Sorry for taking long to update it. Request are open for any gg. I hope you enjoyed reading.